Thursday 14 August 2014

My paper plane poem

What is that? Swooping through the air
It is white it is hazy white
It is a paper plane darting through the air
twirling whirling circling and swirling through the cloudy morning air
twirling and twirling like a leaf falling of a tree on a sunny Autumn day
spinning in a freezing whirl pool
zig-ziging in a circus 


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